At Ye Feng's introduction, Fu Xuan and Jingliu exchanged some simple pleasantries.
Although they both hailed from the Xianzhou, they didn't have much to talk about.
Added to the fact that Jingliu was naturally cold, and now bore the title of "Xianzhou Traitor," Fu Xuan indeed had to be mindful of the implications.
After all, the two of them could actually meet in reality.
"Master, you should be able to contact the big Herta, right?"
"..."
"The authority card that big Herta gave you before should have a communication function."
"..."
"Big Herta and Ruan Mei are close gal-pals. She most likely knows Ruan Mei's location."
Faced with Ye Feng's words, Jingliu remained silent, like a quiet sword.
She stood in the pavilion, her figure tall and straight, her eyes covered by black silk, as cold and pure as a celestial.
"Master, we have a guest..."
"Ah, Mister Ye Feng, it is this Seat who is imposing with this visit."
Sensing the invisible atmosphere of confrontation between Ye Feng and Jingliu, the Grand Diviner quickly stepped in to smooth things over.
She did not want Lord Ye Feng and his master's relationship to become strained because of her.
The Grand Diviner turned and bowed her hands in a salute to Jingliu. "I have truly troubled Miss Jingliu. To be able to meet the legendary, peerless Sword Champion here is already a joyous occasion for this Seat. As for the Xianzhou... since we are meeting in this world, it naturally has no connection to matters over there."
Jingliu turned her head calmly to look at Fu Xuan, her gaze falling upon the Dharma Eye on her forehead, her eyes narrowing slightly.
Only then did she speak. "Today, Jingliu is but a discarded soldier of the Xianzhou, a wandering swordswoman. There is no need for the Grand Diviner to be so courteous."
Her voice was still as cold as flowing moonlight.
"Miss Jingliu is too humble."
Jingliu continued, "I will inquire about Ruan Mei's whereabouts for the Grand Diviner. However, there is no guarantee of an answer."
"Many thanks."
"You're welcome."
Jingliu waved her hand dismissively.
Seeing that Jingliu did not seem to be in a good mood, Fu Xuan asked to take her leave.
Ye Feng did not leave. He stood where he was, watching Fu Xuan disappear around the corner.
Old Ye threw an arm around Jingliu's shoulder, like a villain bullying an innocent woman.
Upon being touched, Jingliu subconsciously wanted to draw her sword.
But Ye Feng's aura made the peerless swordswoman go limp again.
She already knew that resistance was futile; it would only make him more excited, so why struggle in vain?
"Master, I don't like this attitude of yours."
Ye Feng tilted Jingliu's chin up.
Her chin was smooth and white, making one reluctant to let go.
But Ye Feng didn't linger. His light, teasing fingers changed to a pinch, gripping the swordswoman's jawbone without a shred of tenderness.
As a result, Jingliu's snow-white cherry lips parted, and the hot breath she exhaled turned to mist in the winter air.
"Hehe, I thought my Master would be cold inside and out today. Isn't this quite steamy?"
"..."
A strand of hair slipped down, and Jingliu's face grew even colder.
"Does Master not like me bringing people from the Xianzhou to see you?"
"..."
"Sigh, why has Master stopped talking again?"
"..."
"I get it. Master is deliberately trying to make me angry, so I'll fuck you."
Jingliu's throat moved slightly, but in the end, she still said nothing.
With a loud smack, Ye Feng slapped Jingliu's n—... thigh, and chuckled lewdly. "In that case, I'll be sure to properly satisfy my lewd Master."
Jingliu's expression did not waver in the slightest.
She had more or less gotten used to this sort of thing.
She would just close her eyes, spread her legs, and let her wicked disciple do as he pleased. Her heart would remain as steadfast as a mountain.
After all, even this body wasn't her own.
Ye Feng smiled. "If you perform well, I'll let you go, Master. If your performance is unsatisfactory..."
"What can you do?"
Jingliu spoke indifferently, her tone filled with carelessness.
"Hehe, then I'll use you for an experiment, Master."
An experiment?
Jingliu saw Ye Feng wave his hand, and a light screen immediately appeared before her eyes.
On the screen was a sealed metal cabin, the kind of single-person dormitory common on a spaceship or space station.
A moon-like woman was sitting cross-legged on the bed, wisps of ice-blue light flowing around her.
It was the scene of Jingliu resting at the Herta Space Station.
Ye Feng smiled. "I'll see if I can make your real body grow some moon-colored short fur as well."
"?"
"And then, Baiheng and I will be over here, helping you pluck it out, one strand at a time."
Jingliu's body went rigid.
This wicked disciple!!
But... it was indeed a powerful threat.
Jingliu couldn't say she was afraid, but she absolutely did not want to experience it.
However... could the body of an NPC in this world really provide feedback to her real body?
If that were the case, then where was the boundary between the NPC body and the real one?
"Let's go, Master. We'll take a little stroll."
Ye Feng released Jingliu, but she stood rooted to the spot.
"Mhm? Why aren't you moving, Master? Or are you waiting for me to put a pet collar around your neck and lead you by a leash before you'll walk?"
"..."
Jingliu pressed her lips together tightly. In the end, she could only take a step forward.
The moment she moved, her fair, smooth thigh slid out from the slit of her dress.
The dress was designed this way; the silk reached her ankles, but the slits were numerous and high. When she walked forward, there was no way to hide her beautiful legs.
"So that's why Master stood perfectly still after Fu Xuan arrived."
Walking to a more crowded area, Ye Feng slammed Jingliu against a wall with a thud and kissed her.
Jingliu's eyes widened, but she didn't resist. Her back was pressed against the wall, and her slender hands hung limply at her sides.
"..."
"..."
But, isn't this going on a bit too long?
Jingliu's head started to spin, and her body grew hot.
Gulp~~
Desperately swallowing her saliva, Jingliu subconsciously raised her hands.
Her intention was to try and push Ye Feng away, but because she was too weak and languid, from the side, it looked as if she were acting coy.
Just as Jingliu thought she was about to pass out from suffocation, Ye Feng finally released her.
Jingliu's vision had become blurry. She only heard Ye Feng's cheerful voice, seemingly greeting someone.
"Hi, so happy to see you! Did you miss me?"
Jingliu leaned against the wall, standing only through sheer willpower.
She looked up, and a pink silhouette entered her vision.
The moment Elysia saw Ye Feng and Jingliu, she had a feeling that something bad was about to happen.
But Ye Feng had already spotted her. There was no escape.
"Mister Ye Feng, what is this...?"
"Oh, I wanted to play a little game, and I happened to run into you so coincidentally. You can play too."
"...A-A little game? Um..."
Elysia looked at the swordswoman. "Miss Jingliu?"
"No need to ask for Master's opinion. This is supposed to be her punishment, after all."
"...P-Punishment?"
Elysia weakly raised a hand. "Can I refuse?"
"You can't. Who told Elysia to be such a bad girl, after all?"